My sister stood up at our mother’s funeral
and announced her engagement.
People clapped.
I just sat there, staring at the ring on her finger,
realizing she wasn’t grieving our mother at all.
She thought she had won.
What she didn’t know
was that in my purse
I had our mother’s old phone.
And on that phone
was a voicemail
of her threatening a dying woman over the house she wanted.
She used our mother’s funeral
to steal the spotlight.
I used her own voice
to destroy the lie.